Su Muyao watched as the Fusang Forest was engulfed by the earthquake and the flood, swallowing many places in an instant.
As the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, many skeletons emerged directly from beneath Black Cloud Mountain, the piles of white bones there harshly striking Su Muyao's heart string.
Realizing something, Su Muyao trembled violently, her chest was in pain, and tears fell uncontrollably.
"So hateful, so hateful!"
She tightly grasped the Dragon Race Key, feeling the light and warmth emanating from it, preventing her from trembling to the point of explosion.
At this moment, the emotions surging in her heart were too intense.
Teng Lixuan had never seen such a Su Muyao; her eyes were red, tears falling uncontrollably, her gaze filled with hatred and fierce killing intent.
"Miss Su, are you... are you okay?"
Teng Lixuan knew her emotions were off, so he asked cautiously.
